Sunday, April 30, 2017


From today --

He slid out from behind Cudney's car trunk, minding the wounded ankle, into the street, waving like a lunatic.  It was sweet synchronicity, hearing Tasha swear at the very same moment she was revealed in the front passenger seat, the lamp post lights hitting her like a stage spotlight, lips moving in time to the syllables spilling into his ear. 

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